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Red dot adjacent the center star
Accelerating towards my hands
Outreached as if expecting rainfall
To be decorated in charred debris
As consciousness ascends somewhere

Cradled in slumbers warm embrace
Blowing kisses unto my face
Visions of a dim lit peaceful place
Where I did once forget my grace
But took it back with a hasty pace

In time to witness obliteration
As that dot did decimate
Crashing into the blue and green
Orbiting rock around the center star
Now finding himself much more lonesome
 Jun 2021 Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ
bk
Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.
 Jun 2021 Ꭷ Ꮇ Ꮛ Ꮐ Ꭺ
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
--
I don’t want you to be a part of my life anymore.

I don’t want to experience the pain that comes with you

I don’t deserve the heartache that comes with loving you.
love me or let me go
Half way through the day
And I'm already half way asleep
Like being on the edge
Of reality and a dream
I don't know what's real anymore
My actions and emotions
Feel so automated
When will someone wake me up?
I'm burning up
The edges of my heart are dark
And burnt to a crisp

Even when you left
These flames couldn't be extinguished
They're just eating me up

If only you could hear
The way I scream or cry in my sleep
Then you'd know that I've always cared
And when you reach a crossroad
Dont look back.
you cant let fear, pain, worry, judgment, regret or anything stop you from going where you are.
If there is one thing I have learned on my travels,
it is that
the currency of eternity is the fingerprints you leave on the fabric.

The slow imprint of a million miles walked. Set free your timid heart and
leave behind an outline of an essence.

An amorphous mold that denies the shape of the world around it.
Be a surprise.
Let them label you a miracle or a sickness.

In time they will come to realize
the edge of the world is a place to dance.
Reach forward, and gift sound to silence.
The greatest delusion in life is that nothing matters.
We see with our eyes that all things fade.
But the Truth is, everything is eternal.
I'm quite neurotic,
I'm so unsure about everything,
You are the only exception.

You, You,
Terrible You.
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